Breaking The Alpha's Command

Click. BOOM. The walls shuddered, the ground trembled, and the smell of fire and smoke came floating up. Damn it Doc, you blew the damn bomb too early. Seraphim thought to herself; she was currently on the top floor of the manor house, but if the heat of the dancing flames and the sound of cracking wood was anything to go by, she would be on the ground floor quicker than she wanted. "So, what now?" His voice came thick through the cloud. "You thought you would kill me, run away with all your little friends and live happily ever after?" He mocked her even now, with his house burning to the ground, his slaves all freed and a bullet wound or two through him. She could see him through the smoke, his always piercingly blue eyes finding her gaze. Although bloodied and blackened by their fight on the rooftop, he was still a devilishly handsome man. "Not quite Kristopher." She steadied her feet under the ever groaning building, the floor itself constantly threatening to just disappear and take both of them with it. "All I ever wanted was to be free, and to have that of all my friends too!" She had tried to hold the emotion in her voice, but she failed. After all the planning, time and effort put in to be free, the day was finally here and she was trapped on a roof with no way out. "Your friends?!" He laughed. "They don't care about you! And they never will, not like I can." His velvet tone sounded sweet above the air. Calling Seraphim to him. "I know you Sera, you will never have the freedom you want. There will always be someone to protect, to look after, or who needs you." She knew he was bitterly right. They will all need her. "Come with me. Let's leave this place together and not look back, start over anew somewhere far away where no-one will ever find us." He caressed her arm. She took a step back startled. How did he get so close? "Do you forget, my Dearest, that as Alpha Lord of this estate I have quite a persuasive power about me?" He whispered in her ear. "You were always special to me, always held a part of my heart no-one in all my years ever did. We are bound together, you and I, Sera." The mark on her arm burned under his touch, a branding, like given to cattle to prove who owned them. A mark she had admired to begin with, it showed she belonged, she grew to loathe it quickly enough. Living as a slave in the Red Sun Pack, duty bound under the mark would turn even the most angelic of creatures into a stone-cold killer. Kris stood in front of Sera, the night's gentle wind softly against them. He tucked her hair behind her ear, she closed her eyes and remembered there was a time where she once delighted at the thought of him, where she would dream of his kiss, or melt at his touch. But now? Now a chill ran down her spine and a pit in her stomach from just being close to him. He would never have her, never again. Sera took a couple steps backwards, towards the edge. "You always had a way with words, Kris, and yes, once upon a time I would have run with you to the end of the world. I loved you." For a split second she thought she saw grief in his eyes. "But you lie. Like you always have, I fell for your words, for your smile, for your...." She held her composure. "... for your ruse that I was special to you. I figured out a long, long, time ago that you use people to get what you need from them. And you are done using me." She took a step up onto the ledge. "Sera, what are you doing?" He smirked. "Are you going to jump off the building?" He laughed, but when he saw the determination in her eyes, he panicked. "Sera, just come down from there. Be free with me." "But I won't. I will never be free of you. I may not be able to today or tomorrow, but at some point I will kill you, Krisopher Tyreen. For everything you've done." "Sera, I command you to get down now!" "Wrong choice of words." And with that Sera fell backwards. Kris ran towards the edge to see Sera disappear into the wave of smoke billowing forth. F***! The floor buckled beneath his feet as the fire erupted and swallowed the whole roof. ********************************************************************************************************** Click. BOOM. The walls shuddered, the ground trembled, and the smell of fire and smoke flooded the hallways. Damn it, the bomb blew too early. I knew I should have used a longer fuse. Doc had done a clear through of the downstairs of any remaining servants, slaves and minions and was on his way upstairs when the bomb went off. Sorry Sera, it looks like a change of plan. He turned heel and ran out of the building, narrowly escaping the front door when the floor above decided to make an entrance. "Doc!" Lucy was outside with everyone else when she came running to pick him up. "Are you okay? Where's Sera? Where's Kris? Why is this house on fire?" Doc caught his breath. "Lucy, calm, breathe. I will explain everything but perhaps a little further away from the imposing collapsing building, eh?" One look into his hazel-colored eyes brought Lucy back down. Lucy put her arm round him to help him up. It seemed a bit silly considering Doc was 6'2" and built like some would call 'a brick wall'. The man was imposing to those who didn't know, but his kind nature and a somewhat tragic accident in his past led him to be a physician. Although his real name is Nathaniel, his friends knew him better as Doc. He didn't mind, he preferred the pseudonym. They stopped by what was once the grand gold and brass entrance gates to the grounds and looked back at the Manor House, which they had called "home" all these years. "How did you get out Lucy?" Doc asked as he checked himself over for damages. "Them." She pointed to where a large group of men and women stood, varying in ages, height, color, and at the front a wolf whose sheer size made Doc look like a dwarf. Doc recognized the markings on most of them; Azure Moon, Shadow Bane, Crimson Flood, Amethyst Stone, the 4 biggest packs this side of Russia, and a smattering of other lower level packs were all there. Crap. Thought Doc as he eyed the wolf in front. It was a face he had not seen in an age, but it was a beauty that he would not forget for as long as there was breath in his lungs. In a shimmer of navy and cobalt, the Beta of the Azure Moon was drop dead gorgeous, quite literally in some cases. As the wolf shifted, a Pack member stepped forward with a cloak to cover Beta Bella. "Nathaniel Rossi." Bella smiled. "How did I know that, wherever trouble may be, you're normally the reason?" There was a playfulness in her voice. "Arabella Owens. I go by Doc these days. Anyway, where is your Alpha? Or the rest of them, for that matter." He was very aware that he was terribly outnumbered and perhaps outmatched, but knowing where they were would put his mind at rest. "Securing the grounds, whilst I secure you." She retorted. "So, Doc, care to explain?" She gestured towards the building. Doc shrugged. "Wasn't me." "I would recognize your handiwork anywhere. Before you decided to destroy any and all evidence that was in that building, did you by chance save anything?" He had, but he wasn't about to let it slip into someone else's hands. "No." He lied for the second time. It was normally a natural occurrence for him, but to lie to Bella twice twinged something deep within him. He didn't like it. "That's a shame, we've had feelings for years that Lord Kristopher was dealing in something dark here, but without evidence, the Courts cannot condemn him." Bella sighed. "The courts?!" Doc bristled with anger. "The courts would do nothing to him, you know this. We could parade all 23 victims of Lord Kristopher in front of them and they'll still turn a blind eye to the coin he fills their purses with!" Bella's eyes light up. He shouldn't have said that. "23 victims?" Crap. Crap. Crap. "You have 23 victims of his?" "Erm.. well..." He stumbled over his words. Thankfully, Lucy distracted the conversation by pulling their attention skywards. Doc would regret being thankful. For there on the roof edge he could just make out a figure, squinting through the smoke billowing out the house, he saw her. Sera. What was she doing? For all that is good and holy, the Goddesses, please don't jump. And with that, she fell.